The heart’s new day nudges
up over the hill
and tentatively smudges
the landscape with its light.
Daylight was yesterday
so harsh and clear.
The empty streets slowly fill
with promenades of sights
and sounds
images so tenuously familiar
that I cannot bear
to see them shuffle like old men
into absences that are so near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem